“I sit with
Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color-line I move arm in arm with
Balzac and
Dumas, where smiling men and welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of the evening that swing between the strong-limbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon
Aristotle and
Aurelius... and they come all graciously with no scorn nor condescension. So, wed with Truth, I dwell above the Veil.”
―
W.E.B. Du Bois,
The Souls of Black Folk
